Young Buck - Trained To Go (Lyrics - Paroles)

Ain't it crazy what time do?
Time can heal things or time
Can make things worse
What time you on?

I'm inside this double Y's
With a couple of pies
A couple of guys who don't care
What if your mother dies
Twistin' my wrist and let it bumble,
My nigga, want some advice?
I'm not finished with it yet
I got a surprise
I'm not moving with it wet
But once it dries
Pull up in the projects
And open up their eyes
Fuck 'em, I got Columbian ties
So I be damned if I let you
Break me down in your sad shit,
Little nigga
And though my bitch ain't Nicki Minaj
I treat her whole like my
Chevy Impaka in my garage
You out here playn bout this type
Or tryna dance with the stars
And I'm busy baggin' palls
Tryna pack it in cars
Told my partner "what we've got?!"
Said "nothing is ours"
You get your ass back on that rockin' door
Come back when it's ours
They say money can't buy you happiness
But damn, I'm feeling good
Bet everybody would go and get some millions
If they could

[Hook]

Fuck with me and I'mma let you go
Bitch broke and I'mma let her go
Getting money and I'mma let it show
Street nigga, I'm just letting you know
Taking everythang I came for
So please stay in your lane, ho
Gettin' everything I aim for
P.T.G. nigga, I'm trained to go

Ain't it crazy what time do?
Time can heal things or time
Can make things worse
What time you on?

I'm inside this double Y's
With a couple of pies
A couple of guys who don't care
What if your mother dies
Twistin' my wrist and let it bumble,
My nigga, want some advice?
I'm not finished with it yet
I got a surprise
I'm not moving with it wet
But once it dries
Pull up in the projects
And open up their eyes
Fuck 'em, I got Columbian ties
So I be damned if I let you
Break me down in your sad shit,
Little nigga
And though my bitch ain't Nicki Minaj
I treat her whole like my
Chevy Impaka in my garage
You out here playn bout this type
Or tryna dance with the stars
And I'm busy baggin' palls
Tryna pack it in cars
Told my partner "what we've got?!"
Said "nothing is ours"
You get your ass back on that rockin' door
Come back when it's ours
They say money can't buy you happiness
But damn, I'm feeling good
Bet everybody would go and get some millions
If they could

[Hook]

Shit, I didn't train to gettin' nothin'
And gettin' back in it
I be pulled up in that 'lac with the back tinted
Looked at my whip and politely asked
"Is that rented?" He said "I'm done",
"It's a terrible way to end it
I'm thinking "Yeah, you right, forgive me a minute"
he told me "time is money, and if you got it
Just spend it! And if you wanna get on it
These niggas waiting to get it. They really
In it, besides, they ain't paying you tickets"
"So what you wanna do? You wanna wait around
To get evicted, and let these rappers and magazine
Lies get it twisted? Nigga, you gifted,
Jesus fell from the cross, but He was lifted
Once He got back on his feet, that's when He shifted"
None of this shit is scripted
All of this shit is true
I guess this must be the difference between me and you
Look what I been through
And where I been to
And look at what some years
In a fuckin' pen do!
Let's fuck, bitch!